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Throughout her 23 years, Peyton Prescott was used to running the show. That went into overdrive the minute she agreed to become a bride. Born into an affluent Southern family, she was expected to fulfill her social obligation to marry well, and found that unsuspecting groom in her pushover fiancé, Leland Goodreau. He, like the rest of her family, catered to her every whim to keep her happy, and she predicted a satisfactory, if not boring, existence as his missus.In fact, the only real human to stand up to this bridezilla from hell is Mateo Bravo, one of the chefs she considers to cater the blessed event. Sparks fly the minute they meet and out of sheer defiance, she hires Mateo and his sister Naomi for every social gathering in the remaining months until she marries.Mateo, unlike any other man she’s ever met, doesn’t put up with Peyton’s behavior. With a masculine energy that she finds alluring and exciting, he turns her entitled existence upside down by showing her she’s not always the boss. No one is more surprised than she is when she finds out that she kind of likes it.Peyton decides to seduce, and then dump, the middle-class cook, just to get him out from under her skin. Instead she finds out that there are a few things in life even the great Peyton Prescott can’t plan.
What do you do when you run into the Bridezilla from hell? If you’re Mateo Bravo, you bend her over and show her who’s boss.”
*** TEASER ***
With each passing week, the temptation grew stronger for both of them. Their sweet torture came to a head the past Wednesday, when he had produced a silk scarf out of his mysterious bag of goodies, this time with ingredients for a chocolate fondue. She didn’t argue as he dimmed the lights, lit some candles or put some classical music on her stereo. He gave her every opportunity to decline the blindfold, but inevitably she submitted to him and allowed him to cover her eyes and secure her wrists in yet another sash.His cologne marched up her nostrils as he bent close. She felt the heat from his body, stretching her already taunt nerves even tighter as he secured the blindfold and her restraints. This forced her other senses to work overtime, making her catch small details she normally missed, like the soft hair on his forearms, or the rough callouses on his hands as he touched her.She could still feel the plump strawberry as he rimmed her full lips with it, the tiny hair-like structures tickling her before she could take a bite. He smeared the cool juice onto her mouth, before taking his time licking it away with his warm, strong tongue. She wanted to capture his mouth for a kiss, but decided against asserting any control. Instead she sat there, frustrated as she had ever been, as he whispered sensual things in her ear as he fed her.Succulent blueberries filled her mouth, and he told her to savor each burst of flavor as they exploded, one by one, with each bite. “Feel the juice slide down your throat,” he whispered against her ear, his breath warm, his voice hypnotic. She couldn’t help but groan. The next bite was a large marshmallow, which he instructed to, “Savor the spongy texture on your tongue, Peyton. Fill your mouth with its sweetness.”Her full red lips surrounded the delicate, pale flesh of a banana, which he eased into her mouth to lick off of the decadent chocolate sauce drizzled on the tip.It was all food and innuendo, but it was driving her even crazier with a subtle sensuality. He wasn’t leaving out any of her senses. As he untied the scarf from her eyes, she could tell he was as turned on as she was. “Feed me a strawberry, Peyton,” he whispered.Her hands were still tied, so she used her mouth to pick up a plump, juicy berry, which she brought to Mateo’s lips. Their eyes locked as he opened his mouth and took the narrow end of the strawberry into his own mouth. His lips closed around it and he bit softly into the bright red flesh. Together they chewed their way until their lips met over that final bit of fruit between them.The kiss was hot, long and sweet. Though he groaned deep in his throat, his hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her close, he was still able to stand, release her from her silken restraints and head for the door, to put off the consummation of their affair for one more week.
Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD.Having grown up reading different authors like Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance.Genre romance, however, has held a special place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can. Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, THE GROUPIE TRILOGY, THE FIERCE TRILOGY and PICTURE POSTCARDS.Ginger was included in the best-selling book by Smith Magazine NOT QUITE WHAT I WAS PLANNING, featuring her six-word memoir.
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